[Fic] [Round 12] Title: Twitch. Rating: PG
Author:
mitsukiyame13
Title: Twitch.
Pairings: One-sided Shouri/Murata, Possible future One-sided Shouri/Wolfram
Word Count: 681
Rating: PG -for a few mild curse-words-
Any Warnings: Possible spoilers for episode 27, 59, and 60
Prompt being used: Quote: "Apparently that isn't his/her natural hair color after all."
Timeline: In between the time Murata and Yuuri working at the beach, then skipping to the time when the Mazokus went to Earth.
--edited at o5.23.o8
Note: Edited because of the kind remark of one of the commentors below. Sorry if my tenses are still rocky, since I'm still confused with them. A lot.
10:31 pm -- Shibuya Residence, Shouri's room
He’s a guy. A blond guy.
He had been typing the same sentences over and over again for the last hour, his fingers that were being all fidgety 40 minutes and sixteen seconds ago were now numb.
Shouri was annoyed.
More of disturbed, actually.
Was it his fault that he has a weird fetish on liking guys with naturally blond hair?
Everytime he comes across someone with that particular hair color, he twitches.
He twitches a lot.
“Why?” he asked himself.
He had been thinking as normally as possible two hours ago, and was giddily typing away his report when someone crossed his mind.
Twitch.
He remembered the same dream that has been recurring in his sleep for the past 3 days.
And that dream was about the incident when he met him a few weeks ago, around the time that his brother was to work in the beach.
He’d constantly hide his inconvenient twitching every time that he’s around, by eventually giving him a nickname.
Friend of my brother.
And in turn, earning him a dandy nickname as well.
Shibuya’s older brother.
He was twitching again, shivering at the echoing of his voice in his head.
“Damn. What the hell is wrong with me?!” he said woefully, slamming his fist on his desk.
Ken Murata.
He was starting to twitch again, not even wanting to begin thinking about his name.
He was annoyed.
No. He is annoyed.
Both by his face and his own fetish.
He was beginning to be obsessed. And THAT is NOT a good thing.
“This was exactly why I lock myself in my room and play video games.” He thought, and surrendered to his own demise.
He looked at the clock wearily.
11:46 pm
“Holy crap!” he cursed to himself as he brushed away his idle thoughts and tried to go and continue with his oh-so important report.
---
The next day didn’t turn out well for him. He was 30 minutes late to his class, and what’s worse is that he got scolded for his report.
“Why the hell does your report consists of 10 pages, but nothing written on it except the words “I’m not gay” and something about a blond guy?!” He recalled his professor’s words, sighing lifelessly, wanting to jump off a cliff and die.
When he reached home, he was planning on locking himself up in his room.
Like what he usually does.
He was thinking about what a day he was having before he proceeded with ruffling his brother’s hair.
“Ah- are you tired today, Shouri?” asked his brother with worry.
“Yeah. And call me big brother.”
His brother’s just stuck his tongue out in reply.
“Welcome home, Shibuya’s older brother.” Said a familiar blond, straightening out his glasses.
Wait. He isn’t blond anymore. He realized.
“Hello, friend of my brother.” He sneered back, the both of them being too stubborn to call the other by their proper names.
Apparently that wasn’t his natural hair color after all. He smirked to himself as he climbed up the stairs and turned the knob to his room.
He sighed thankfully. No more twitchy, sleepless nights for him. He smiled, then frowned a little.
So I got worked up about nothing?! Sheesh. Was one of his last thoughts before retiring for the day.
--A few months after--
He just came home from the University again when he spotted some strange visitors in the living room.
He eyed the Mazokus one by one, and at the same time wanted to grudgingly accuse them of barging in to their household without earlier notice. He had already suspiciously eyed the one with brown hair and hazel eyes (Conrad), and the one with black hair and dark blue-ish eyes (Gwendal). Now all that’s left for him to sneer at is the blond one
…
“You’re a natural blond, aren’t you?” He asked.
The stranger just nodded.
“And you’re a guy, am I right?” the stranger nodded, and Yuuri suspicious if his brother was still sane.
…
Twitch.
Oh God.
mitsukiyame13
Title: Twitch.
Pairings: One-sided Shouri/Murata, Possible future One-sided Shouri/Wolfram
Word Count: 681
Rating: PG -for a few mild curse-words-
Any Warnings: Possible spoilers for episode 27, 59, and 60
Prompt being used: Quote: "Apparently that isn't his/her natural hair color after all."
Timeline: In between the time Murata and Yuuri working at the beach, then skipping to the time when the Mazokus went to Earth.
--edited at o5.23.o8
Note: Edited because of the kind remark of one of the commentors below. Sorry if my tenses are still rocky, since I'm still confused with them. A lot.
10:31 pm -- Shibuya Residence, Shouri's room
He’s a guy. A blond guy.
He had been typing the same sentences over and over again for the last hour, his fingers that were being all fidgety 40 minutes and sixteen seconds ago were now numb.
Shouri was annoyed.
More of disturbed, actually.
Was it his fault that he has a weird fetish on liking guys with naturally blond hair?
Everytime he comes across someone with that particular hair color, he twitches.
He twitches a lot.
“Why?” he asked himself.
He had been thinking as normally as possible two hours ago, and was giddily typing away his report when someone crossed his mind.
Twitch.
He remembered the same dream that has been recurring in his sleep for the past 3 days.
And that dream was about the incident when he met him a few weeks ago, around the time that his brother was to work in the beach.
He’d constantly hide his inconvenient twitching every time that he’s around, by eventually giving him a nickname.
Friend of my brother.
And in turn, earning him a dandy nickname as well.
Shibuya’s older brother.
He was twitching again, shivering at the echoing of his voice in his head.
“Damn. What the hell is wrong with me?!” he said woefully, slamming his fist on his desk.
Ken Murata.
He was starting to twitch again, not even wanting to begin thinking about his name.
He was annoyed.
No. He is annoyed.
Both by his face and his own fetish.
He was beginning to be obsessed. And THAT is NOT a good thing.
“This was exactly why I lock myself in my room and play video games.” He thought, and surrendered to his own demise.
He looked at the clock wearily.
11:46 pm
“Holy crap!” he cursed to himself as he brushed away his idle thoughts and tried to go and continue with his oh-so important report.
---
The next day didn’t turn out well for him. He was 30 minutes late to his class, and what’s worse is that he got scolded for his report.
“Why the hell does your report consists of 10 pages, but nothing written on it except the words “I’m not gay” and something about a blond guy?!” He recalled his professor’s words, sighing lifelessly, wanting to jump off a cliff and die.
When he reached home, he was planning on locking himself up in his room.
Like what he usually does.
He was thinking about what a day he was having before he proceeded with ruffling his brother’s hair.
“Ah- are you tired today, Shouri?” asked his brother with worry.
“Yeah. And call me big brother.”
His brother’s just stuck his tongue out in reply.
“Welcome home, Shibuya’s older brother.” Said a familiar blond, straightening out his glasses.
Wait. He isn’t blond anymore. He realized.
“Hello, friend of my brother.” He sneered back, the both of them being too stubborn to call the other by their proper names.
Apparently that wasn’t his natural hair color after all. He smirked to himself as he climbed up the stairs and turned the knob to his room.
He sighed thankfully. No more twitchy, sleepless nights for him. He smiled, then frowned a little.
So I got worked up about nothing?! Sheesh. Was one of his last thoughts before retiring for the day.
--A few months after--
He just came home from the University again when he spotted some strange visitors in the living room.
He eyed the Mazokus one by one, and at the same time wanted to grudgingly accuse them of barging in to their household without earlier notice. He had already suspiciously eyed the one with brown hair and hazel eyes (Conrad), and the one with black hair and dark blue-ish eyes (Gwendal). Now all that’s left for him to sneer at is the blond one
…
“You’re a natural blond, aren’t you?” He asked.
The stranger just nodded.
“And you’re a guy, am I right?” the stranger nodded, and Yuuri suspicious if his brother was still sane.
…
Twitch.
Oh God.